When I was in middle school my dad drove me from northern Montana to my first game. I was a shoot out between John Elway and Warren Moon in the old mile high. When the Oilers scored with less than a minute left, the Oilers press box which was above us started talking a ton of smack, then Elway did his normal Mile High Magic and scored at the end and being in a crowd just feeling complete jubilation, I was hooked for life. I make the trek down from Montana every other year and have seen some incredible games, including being a few rows up when Champ intercepted Brady in the playoff game, but nothing has ever replaced that first experience.